L.O.L Law of Luck – Natansh Goyal – Book Review
What does LOL mean to you? Most of the times or maybe almost every time, it means only laughing out loud. However, for the author Natansh Goyal, it means Law of Luck - yes, the title of his very…
American Maharajah – review
American Maharajah is the second novel by American author Mark Steven Levy. Like his first one, this is also published by an Indian publisher and has been released exclusively to the Indian readers because it features Indian characters and a…
Little Maryam – book review
Hamid Baig's debut novel, Little Maryam, is very much a novel which depicts true love in the form of a story which touches your soul, without a doubt! Saadiq's character has been designed with all the possible elements which make…
Beginning Theory by Peter Barry – book review
Alok Mishra reviews Peter Barry's book Beginning Theory. In this book review, he emphasises on the points which make Beginning Theory a must-have book for students. Can you ignore Peter Barry's magnum opus as a critic - Beginning Theory? I…
Vision, day and night
The clock ticks time passes and sound fades into the vacuum of the night. Electric bulb glows but not like a day’s sun. A limited light, yes, it offers a vision with more limits. I cannot see beyond my roof…
Is Instagram Useful for Book Marketing? Alok Mishra Answers
Instagram is a great tool. Or, is it great at all - even near to being good? People keep checking the photos by others; at times, they also try to look good themselves by clicking their selfies in various positions…
Doubts – a poem
Is the world real? Are the sages true? Am I what I am? Doubts The more I inquire more do I despair but inquiry is freedom - freedom takes me to slavery. Am I free? Ever Doubts by Alok
मैं और तुम – the valentine poem
काश वो वक्त ठहर जाता और मैं समेट लेता सारी खुशियाँ जो लायी थी मेरे चेहरे पे तुम्हारे चेहरे की एक झलक ने! दिन गुजरे और महीने और फिर साल साल दर साल बस निकलते गये मानो जैसे सबने ठान…
The Intellectual Lady – a poem
and she searched for hours 'how to stop bleeding properly?' an illiterate passer-by unbuttoned his shirt and tied to the wound. the intellectually spectacled lady smiled. she invited the uneducated for a discourse on humanity to be held next week.…
I don’t remember her eyes – a poem
I don't remember her eyes. I don't remember those dark, big and beautiful eyes. I don't remember at all how they pushed me to a state of surmise - I really don't remember! Believe me; I don't. for M…